Tuesday, July 27, 2004

The Trans-Siberian Railway has a large kink in it, for the following reason. When the Tsar decided it should be built, he drew a line across a map of Russia with a ruler. The ruler had a nick in it. [Sean, Swindon]


Well I'm almost 100%, but I'm unimpressed with what I missed out on at school. Really important chem stuff, I've got to have a recap session with Mr Conaghan tomorrow at morning tea.

Stupid Mrs Wheatley and her forbiddingness of the Russian Mafia. I mean, if she didn't like me, I'd tell the boyz about her. They'd see that she take a little 'accident.'

Also a pity that her husband is the best Ancient History teacher, ever.

In other news, Red Vs Blue Series Two DVD for sale!


Bismark should take note, lol.

Physics homework is stupid. But you get that.

At least I understand my Chem homework, but I'm going to have to force Mark to help me with Maths B.

..that's if he's not finished spending time with Jay!

*shakes fist*

[Definitely an inside joke]

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

If a doctor writes 'Pumpkin Positive' on your notes, they mean if they shone a penlight into your mouth, they would encounter a brain so small that your whole head would light up. Beverly S


Home sick with the flu, it is not cool. The boxes I need for art are going to cost me $24-50, which is insane.

They're just 12 freakin' boxes people!

Also I can't seem to read Mimmi's myO, every time I try, the window freezes and 'Explorer is not responding' pops up.

I need to start a club, 'Those who ask, 'What is Explorer, and why does it suck?''

lol.


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Friday, July 23, 2004

There are only 10 types of people in the world - those who understand binary, and those who don't. thinkgeek.com


Obviously my friends know me too well. Harley, with his comments that hit the nail right on the head, and Mimmi with the random insanity that I needed.

*wince*

I have such a big migraine running along the side of my head. It started off as more of a platonic one, little ball of angst, but now its a fully fledged stabbing pain.

This weekend I have to dive in to the Harvey Norman recycling bin and grab some boxes for my Art piece. If I find the right ones, I have to spray-stencil said boxes.

I've got a Physics prac to do and chapters to read, not to mention Maths B homework and revision, as well as Chemistry work.

I have to get a lot better at my algebra. I aced the stupid thing in 8/9/10, but I'm so sloppy now.

Oh yeah, and I have that English assignment to do.

Just wait 'till school gets really serious.

*sigh*

All of a sudden I'm really not looking forward to University.

I've been thinking about what Harley said, and he's right. The thing is, the only options that fit with me are, Radiologist, Ancient Historian, Crappy Bum Political artist and author.

The former has always been a dream of mine, but its going to be really, really hard to do it.

Ancient Historian would be fun, if I managed to travel the world and investigate sites. Being a battlefield Archaeologist would be awesome. Only problem is that moving around like that would be incredibly expensive, and I'd probably end up getting stuck as a Highschool teacher or drab librarian.

Feh.

The last two could only be acheived with the help of the first two.

QTAC is coming up and I have my course book.

Fine, I'm choosing Anatomical science as my first preference, and, along with other bachelor science prefs, a history based one.

Problem is, if I get the ancient history one, I won't get into medicine. It'll be a real turning point of my life, but the scary thing is that I'm really calm about it.

I don't like it.

I'm filing these thoughts and aspirations under 'Treat Warily and Contemplate.'

*sigh*

I really don't want a midlife crisis when I'm 17.

lol

Listen to this shoddy, yet really funny Shannon Nowle rip-off .mp3 in Triple J's grabbag, based on Adam Spence.

http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/breakfast/grabbag/spence_son_m826471.mp3

Just cut and paste into your media player or download it.

It's not illegal, its all free on the jjj breakfast show website.

*sigh*

I'm really tired, but I don't think sleeping is going to take care of it.

Wait, just before I go, I found something else that'll be of special interest to my homegirl Juu, and those that love Muse

MuseBDO PingPong Comp
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Thursday, July 22, 2004

Whenever an archaeologist uses the word 'ritual' to describe a find, feature or activity, this is trade code for 'I haven't the foggiest idea what the *hell* this was for'. Joe, Southampton


I'm tired, I'm aggravated, so shoot me. I've just done an hour and a half's worth of Maths B and Physics homework.

'Liam, you need to study, Liam, you need to study, Liam, you need to study.'

I do not appreciate that in my ear every ten minutes. I only just got on here after sitting and working, and working, and working on stuff that flies so fast over my head that I just don't know why I bother anymore.

But that's all in my head. After all, I can achieve anything if I just try really, really hard.

Yeah. In about five minutes I'm going to try really hard to fly, that way I don't need to fork over the dosh for a plane ticket to Canada.

Ugh.

Sometimes I really, really hate myself for being so introverted when it comes to emotions. What's even more frustrating is when you hear your friends say in casual conversation how they told their parents to stick it where the sun doesn't shine. [Alaska, I'm assuming.]

*sigh*

I'm just so sick of being so reserved, but that's who I am. I'm sick of it, but I don't like showing emotion, especially negative ones.

What I'm also sick of is people telling me how smart I am, how good I am at doing things. How I can do bloody anything.

That probably sounds wrong, right?

When you're obviously falling short of your goals, the last thing you want is 'positive reinforcement.'

I'm sorry, I get like this when I'm tired. This rant has been building up for a long while.

Ever since Blair, those comments have been killing me, really killing me on the inside.

Mum and Dad have no idea, and it's going to stay that way.

They wouldn't understand, positive reinforcement is a good thing, everybody loves it. What I'm doing isn't stating and realising the obvious, its negative thoughts.

I'm probably suffering from a particularly resistant inferiority complex.

I'm probably also going to start sneezing out flying monkeys.

Just so incredibly angry with myself.

Went to the Cirque le Voyaguer last night. It was okay.

*sigh*

Being perky is not fun.

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Sunday, July 18, 2004

Remember laughter's the best medicine, unless you're asthmatic, and then its ventolin. [Gavin, Hull]


Looks like MiH let me down for the first time, ever.

Curse him and his use of a naughty word.

x.X;

Also, a big cursing goes out to Ben for not emailing me my save file. Curse him.

*shakes fist*

Oh yeah, school tomorrow. Curse that too.

Feel free to get in on the cursing..
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Thursday, July 15, 2004

'Writer' is one letter away from 'waiter' [Malika]


My computer is an oblong goldfish. Yes, but how does it smell? Badly.

*primal cry of anguish*

I decided on an online journal because I could work on it while online, and could do fancy things with it that would help me remember what I was like way back when.

What do I get? [Aside from great input from friends] A journal that vanishes because my computer is a goldfish, I mean, stupid.

*sigh*

So yesterday I didn't get any work done on Loaded, which obviously doesn't surprise anyone.

My brother sat on the computer most of the day, playing Morrowind. Once or twice he got off to 'help' with the cleaning. Basically he sat in his room and wiped his bedroom walls with a damp cloth for half an hour, and then he got back on the computer.

Least I got some reading done I guess..

The driving lesson was interesting. I have 85% mastered first gear, and can get the car moving without any hassle, unless I do it wrong, lol.

The interesting thing is, I have mastered the ability to reverse parallel park.

I have a one in six chance of jerking the car forward and stalling it, but I can reverse parallel park better than my parents.

lol

I can also manage hill starts now, without rolling back.

Yay for the handbrake man!

[Thats me]

Interesting things happened though, I was almost rear-ended by an idiot in a Toyota ute that was sitting on my tail, because of a Citroen van parked across the lane.

Okay, you see a small Citroen van pulling off the road into a sidestreet, no problem. You take your foot off the accelerator and slow down as you can't switch lanes, owing to the traffic in the second lane.

He'll be gone before you get there.

Right?

Wrong. Nothing that smooth happens in 'Learners World.' lol.

The van is half blocking the lane now, so I brake to slow down, I didn't even think to realise that I wasn't speeding up, he was slowing down.

Parked, in fact.

He had stopped to let pedestrians pass, that weren't crossing the road when he got there [a big no no, seeing as to do this, he was blocking a lane of busy traffic].

How do I know they weren't crossing the road? When I slammed on the brakes and clutch, I could see them casually walking to the van to talk to the driver.

*sigh*

I'm just grateful I didn't hit anyone, or was hit by anyone.

Next lesson I'm apparently driving down the range.

o.O;;;

Eep.

The 1500cc Mitsubishi Lancer does not like going up hills, hopefully it won't mind going down them.

I love disc brakes.

x.X;;

Well, now that you've seen the dramas in my life, might as well see the highlights of it.

Mmm, goin' to see Shrek 2 at 14:30.

^_^

Now that my brother is otherwise engaged, after my chores I might actually get some work done.

[I know I say it everyday, shut up. I enjoy denial, Egypt is lovely this time of the year.]
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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

'That's a mighty big stack of toothpicks you have there.'




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This is not something you want to see after missing out on using the computer properly for two days, coming back after schooling some whingers, resolving issues with your D-link 256k, finally getting on to decently reply to a D&M email from Brie.

*extravagant sigh and faint*

Toby and Jeorge's incessant whinging really got to me.

AHHH!

No snipers, then no tanks. Then they want tanks. Then they want Cam and I seperated. Cam beats them [and me] anyway. By a marginal amount.

*more sighing*

Ugh. Massive headache. At least I got pizza. And was able to crush the skulls of my enemies like soupcans and drink the hot tomatoey...um...

*casual whistling*

Just because I can nail you to the wall three times last Tuesday, doesn't give you the right to claim I can't crush your feeble skull with my plasma rifle...and take my sniper away...

*poutyness*

*cough*

However, I did manage to finish reading The Monstrous Regiment [Terry Pratchett], and found it rather good. Hopefully I'll get a bit more reading done tomorrow, after my driving lesson.

Much like work on my book.

AAAH! I feel so guilty about passing it up for so long. Every holidays I promise I'll work on it, and I barely do..

Damn Halo and it's lusty temptation.

*twitch*

But it nurtures me so...

*cough*

So yes, random warblings of a tired and deprived mind. I went to all that effort to get Morrowind to work decently on an 8mb video card [Minimum is 32mb], and my brother is the only who plays it.

Since I got it working a couple days ago, every time I get on, I get taken off to dig and work on the front steps, or get invited to things.

Not that I'm saying fresh air is evil, it's only mildly carcinagenic.

Like burnt toast.

We should all go with Harley's suggestion that we all eat McDonalds, which doesn't cause cancer and only makes you fat. That way we'll be all exercising to prevent the fatness, we'll be avoiding cancer, and we'll be the most superhuman race in the world!

*cough*

In other news, the schoolwork that I could have done during the break is actually due 3-6 weeks after I get back.

Handy.

Much love to you all, especially Juu [that's right, I'm her favourite! My over inflated ego doesn't have me trapped in a doorway..], and all the good gravy you can make out of beef dripping.

In answer to Harley's question, I get so fly through warm updrafts, like the humble bird.

~_^
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Sunday, July 11, 2004

'I want to leave the jar people room now.'


Whoa, I am so incredibly tired. The problem is that I can't sleep in. I'm the type of person that can't catch up on sleep by sleeping in.

The latest I slept in on Sunday was 9:30, and I only got up because I was lying there and thinking, '...I am really hungry. *sniffle* I mean, I'm really, really, really hungry...'

lol

The Friday night ball was pretty good. Apart from the crappy music. You can only bear 'Superstar' so many times. I mean, I know you can't exactly 'dance' to Opeth, or Muse, but it'd be nice for us to have the chance to at least try.

x.x;;

I've had my fill of pop.

I spent most of the night talking to Brie. I was dragged away from a conversation inside by Jacinta [from my ward] and she pointed out Brie to me outside.

We talked, my cousin made goofy faces and 'thumbs up' symbols to me from the door. Brie's friends and sister made the way past, ['oh, so you're Liam.']

heh.

I wish I'd danced more, but you get that I guess.

Mind you, the dress standards were interesting. I mean, 'Priest and Laurel's Black Tie Ball' implies that you get dressed up, right?

Yikes.

About 3/4 of the people there were dressed in the evening-wear. However, there were various interpretations of 'black tie.'

A silver Eminen tracksuit, for example. T-shirts, mini-skirts, skate shoes and outfits, not to mention Ugg boots.

It's nice to be patriotic and all that, but seriously, ugg boots?

They weren't even the fancy dress Ugg boots, they were just the same old sheepskin wear-around-the-house ugg boots.

lol.

There were also various interpretations of the term 'modest' and 'church standard.'

Ah well. Aside from all that, the night was fun.

Next morning we had the Temple trip, and then we spent the rest of the day checking out Garden City [which is too big for it's own good].

Sunday. Whoo. Slept in [see previous definition of slept in], had a big fry up for brekky, and then went to Uncle Scott's so Dad could sign some more forms regarding Grandad's assets, and having them transferred to Grandma.

After that we went to church at Rochdale ward, and had one of the most bizarre experiences of the weekend. When Uncle Alex was trying to find where my Sunday school class was, one of the priests said, 'so you're 17? Find Mark Baker, you're in his class.'

'...Eh?'

'That's Mark down there, the tall guy.'

lol.

So that was kind of weird.

We left after class and drove to Brassal for the youth Standards Night fireside, which I had to conduct. Laudy laudy laudy, that was fun.

I basically announce who the next speaker was, next song and such. After my job was complete, and I announced the last segment of the fireside, I sat down.

I should've known better than relax. Stake President Pittman stood up for his talk and said, 'well Brother Cameron is sitting there now probably thinking his job is over, I'd just like him to know it isn't. Liam, would you like to stand next to me please?'

'...Eh?'

Apparently I looked like a hare caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

So I stood next to him [about two inches taller], he put an arm on my shoulder and said, 'Liam, these people here have seen you suavely conduct this fireside, and they don't know anything more about you than your name. Tell them something for yourself, what are you doing right now?'

I grinned and leant sideways to the mic and said, 'Highschool, mostly.'

lol

'Well, aside from that, what are you planning on doing tomorrow?'

'Sleep, a lot of it. It's been a long weekend.'

'I see, so what are you planning on doing next year?'

'University at UQ.'

I'd never seen so many people become actively interested in what I was saying. If the Rae girls looked up any faster, they'd have broken their necks.

'What are you planning on doing?'

'A bachelor of science degree in forensics.'

'Ah, a forensic. Hear that? Liam's going to be interested in dead people.'

lol

He continued. 'What about a mission, Liam?'

'When my degree is over, yeah.'

Even more interest, lol.

'Well, does anyone besides me have any questions for Liam?'

Number one, a deacon in the second row: 'What do you want to do with the rest of your life?'

'Return to university and hopefully become a Radiologist.'

President Pittman: 'So what do they earn Liam?'

'Uh, iono, in the hundreds of thousands, something like that.'

Number Two: One of the girls from Somerset nudged her brother to ask this one.

'What does a radiologist do?'

'He's the guy that reads the charts after an X-ray and finds out what's wrong, basically.'

About six hands went up then, mostly from the other girls in Somerset, lol.

President Pittman, 'I'll protect you Liam. I think they're just picking on you now.

lol

A few people looked rather disappointed.

Corey and Ben came up to me afterwards and said, 'President Pittman cut us off before we could ask our question!'

'Which was?'

'Well, we thought we'd help you by asking, "And what ward are you from exactly Liam?".'

lol

*stretch*

Hopefully that's more than enough for you vultures. I'm going back down to Brisbane on Friday, driving all the way this time [I only drove from Gatton for this trip].

Dad's decided that when I get my P's and a car, that we'll drive down to Sydney and back, just for some practice, lol.

That's a 7 hour roadtrip, one way.

We both then decided that we'd drive even further, to Ulladulla, where my cousins live, and that we'd pick them up and take them home to stay with us over Christmas.

That's a 22 hour trip, there and back.

Whoa.

Can't wait. ^_^

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Wednesday, July 7, 2004

'So if you guys would like to come up to us and say 'hey,' and, 'here, have this bottle of vodka,' we'd gratefully appreciate that.'
I am so incredibly bored. The only problem with playing an incredibly good game for a while is that you have withdrawal symptoms afterwards.

Bah. Ben was going to lend it to me, but no, our computer has all the requirements...and an 8mb vid card.

That's useful.

lol
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